walk away

on the way to aunt barb's funeral

this is what i'm listening to today.

last summer

a photo that makes you happy

today i am listening to this song and it makes me want to rob a bank.

it ain't me babe.

i think i have a bad taste in my mouth about emma watson because i've been told i look like sort of her, but we would look very much alike if i were a little thinner and prettier. but i'm not, and i don't like to be reminded of the fact.
and i'm ESPECIALLY sick of hearing about her new short hair.
because i've been doing it for years, and all i get are lesbian jokes.

billion day funeral

i am nothing if not sort of a creep. at least that's what i'm told when people learn that i take photos of dead birds and i want to be a mortician when i grow up.
i like to read about different types of funerary traditions, sky burials being one of my favorites.
so today when i was reading up on good ol' fashioned western embalming, i came across this line:

"the first step in embalming is obviously to check that the individual is in fact deceased"

and i thought it's nice that even creeps can make a decent joke.